I don’t know for sure if K-pop stans reserved tix for the Tulsa rally as an act of protest and resistance. Mostly, I think Trump is a liar, and that one million tickets thing? A lie. But never mind that. He doesn’t matter. Really. The Orange Beast doesn’t matter and I’m not saying that just because I’m Canadian. He’s old, and he doesn’t matter—and neither, frankly, does your Grandmother, except for the fact that you love her and want her to die peacefully in her own bed and not choking on phlegm on a ventilator. Grandma’s not gonna change the world, not now. And neither is Trump: he’s old, he’s gonna die soon, worry not.
What matters is the kids—and the kids are all right.
What? Your kids suck? I’m not gonna say, you should have done a better job raising them because… what? Oh, your kids are ok. Other people’s kids though—oh, and the grandkids! Your grandkids suck. So again, babe. Who raised them kids who are raising your grandkids? And, anyway, you’re wrong. The kids are all right. More than all right. And the very fact that all you do is complain about them, it’s a sign that your time has passed. You too don’t matter: you’re over. Like the tantruming president of our Southern neighbour, you too are going to die soon. The kids are going to take over.
And thank Sheela Na Gig (google it) for that, because the kids are all right.
OMG, babe, seriously? You’re gonna continue to shit on your own progeny? No wonder they hate you. But fine. Your kids suck. My kids are all right, and they’re going to save the world.
And you’d better hope that I’m right. We’ve had our shot at it, and we’ve spent two to four generations—depending on how you count—going rather aggressively in the wrong direction. Gen Z, it’s gonna right the ship. Frankly, the best that we can do is to not get in their way.
Flora—your future overlord, you heard it from her mother first—resents this burden. But also, accepts it. Her expectation that salvation—or even lukewarm support—will come from above, from people in power, from society’s “elders,” is very slim. I lie. It’s non-existent. She doesn’t expect anything from her teachers, and less from her government. You can blame me if you like—but the cause is greater than my anarchist parenting.
She is 15 now, and she was 11 in 2016. Look at the leadership example the most powerful people in the world set before her in those formative years. How stupid would she have to be to put her future in their hands?
Ender, age 10, still genuinely believes all you need is love. Cinder wants money, has a job: knows that while love is great, you also need resources. Flora’s the big picture thinker who’s going to figure out how to get the resources to feed the army that’s gonna reshape the world. With love… but tough love. The revolution is going to leave tantruming dinosaurs behind.
So before you bitch about kids these days, remember:
- We made them. You made them.
- They’re gonna take over. They always do. That’s the natural order of things.
- They’re all right.
They’re more than all right.
And you’d better hope I’m right. Cause they are our only hope.
The family that protests together gets tested for COVID-19 together…
I have kids. When they were little and attracted to video games, I’d skip the ‘watch what they’re doing’ and just judge them…they weren’t running around outside so I’d tell them they should be. And they would…until they didn’t…and they’d come back in to play games on the computer. Eventually they’d play these games with their friends, online…and I’d think they’re all part of this great big problem.
and then they got older
and I got older
and through luck/fate/fuckifiknow I watched one of my kids playing online…and something happened. I learned something.
My shitty gen-x friends and I would have taken these games and just chased each other around trying to screw each other over.
I saw the opposite on this day….5 14 year olds collaborating on how to overcome some part of the game they were playing…they self-organized and were managing the situation by communicating and working together…it was fucking surreal.
I folded up the ‘go outside cop’ uniform that day. I encourage them to join me from time to time when I’m outside but mostly, I let them all be themselves now.
The kids are alright indeed. Thanks Jane. For all you do.
I went through this same process a while back! https://nothingbythebook.com/2012/05/19/how-i-got-deprogrammed-and-learned-to-love-video-games/
And thank you, Jamie, for taking the time to comment. 🙂 I appreciate it.
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